My school bus conductor would scream out “Moti, bhaag!” expecting me to run faster from my house till the school bus already waiting for me outside the gate of our building. I don’t remember much about how I felt about it, frankly speaking.
sneha acharekar
Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed. . .
I still cry the same tears for a past unforgotten.
I still laugh with the same people who were always there.
But a fear of losing all of this tumbles down a shiver down the back now.
A Sun melts on my palm
The winning poetic entries and the participant entries based on the prompt A SUN MELTS ON MY PALM
Emotional Abuse is ABUSE
Say NO to emotional abuse
The Brighter Blues
She sat on the chair at her desk and looked outside. Her eyes first reached the blue in the sky. She smiled and looked into the diary on her desk. She scribbled his name on one of the blank pages…. Read More ›
Anger Management and F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Oh! I’m not angry. It’s called dry sarcasm. I’m just Chandler!